Mostly True Memoirs
I got bit again.
This time it was not a murder hornet.
I know because I saw it.
It was an ant.
I don’t know if it was a fire ant.
It wasn’t red.
But it was huge.
And it was squished by the time I got done with it.
It bit me right under the flip-flop strap.
And now I’ve got a painful welt and I can’t wear flip-flops.
Until I found a different pair of flip-flops in my closet with a different strap angle.
I can still wear flip-flops.